Sweet Addiction Novels & Stories

Oh crumbs the feeling was so harsh against her throat and her tongue seemed to burn. Truthfully it tasted like boiled vomit to her and yet Cassie was taking it like water.. However after a few minutes the feeling of boiled vomit lasted and it felt like refreshing to her tummy and strangely she craved more and more which earned her a high five from Cassie. Let's go and dance, Cassie soon spluttered after gulping the wine down and with the help of wine on Rinna's head she accepted and all walked to the floor.

Holy shit. My eyes widened. My head practically exploded with flavor. The heat bloomed across my tongue, warm and addictive, perfectly balanced with a subtle smokiness I had never tasted before. It wasn’t just good. It was insanely good. I took another fry, then another, chewing faster, my whole body reacting like I was tasting heaven for the first time. I leaned back against the bed, eyes half-closed in pure bliss, letting out a low, satisfied groan. “This is dangerous,” I muttered to myself, already reaching for a third fry.

He smiled and looked at me through the rear view mirror. “Anything for you doll.” I smiled and looked back at Rena. She reached out to give me a high five. “Do you think you’ll be able to convince Gabe and Byron to eat sweets?” Kane and Cally laughed. “If you can do that doll, I’ll buy you sweets everyday.” I looked at Kane, once again reminded of how little I knew of my mates. “You enjoy sweets then? They do not?” He scoffed. “Apparently sweets are bad for you, I have an incurable sweet tooth. I’m your guy for random cravings. Instead of making you feel bad, I’ll indulge too!” Cravings, I wonder how bad they would get if already I was craving food.

………we dropped Seline at the hotel and went straight to the club. Sweet wanted to get wasted tonight, maybe the alcohol would work it’s magic in helping him forget what it felt like when they hugged. F***k !! he didn’t know why he called her his drug Damn!! He’s already an addict cus’ now he needs more As Sweet got into the club, he swung into action, enjoying the night as much as he wanted. He needed enough alcohol in his system.

He knew her temper and once she got angry she could kill him without a second thought. Don't get it wrong Sabrina was sweet but when she got angry the world would suffer. After saying those words he gave her some ice cream to calm her down and it always worked every single time. "you are lucky you know that." "Anyway how is you girlfriend. When can I see her again." Johnny was her partner in crime. every time they were together she felt carefree and relaxed around him. She looked at him and hoped that he could live a happy life. ***FLASHBACK****

Kindness that arrives from an unknown source often hides teeth. But motives cannot be inferred solely from effect. A sedative can heal or incapacitate depending on use. Warmth can comfort or lull. We need data. “We test deprivation,” Ezra says. Matteo groans loudly. “Of course we do.” He is right to object. The coordinated state the point induced was pleasant. That alone creates risk. Pleasure after novelty can distort judgment. Relief after stress can resemble trust. If we remove access and experience craving— Dependency may already be forming.

Then it could kill her slowly. I walked straight to the kitchen and stuffed a whole lot of crips in my mouth before dawning them with some cold coke, that felt better, Eating was my extra hobby, it made me feel whole, it made me realize that there was something in the world that could make me happy. The feel of cold coke going down my throat and kissing the insides of my mouth was magical. The crunchy crips made me forget about Sandra, it pushed everything away. Just for a while… everything seemed perfect and oaky.

I felt drained and craving to experience that again. "Fuck!!!" I moaned from the aftertaste. What have I gotten myself into? This was never what Ace asked me to do. He asked to have my release and not to get addicted to that mysterious sweetness inside her. I can feel my craving for it increasing "Fuck..." I felt frustrated and confused at the same time. How do I explain myself to Ace? Telling him that I lost myself along the way and discovered something irresistible? Something addicting that almost blew my mind away? How can I even get myself to tell him that?

She grinned, mixing altogether as Zeke stared like she'd grown another pair of heads. But what he did not know was that she was addicted to sugar. Two, she gets hyper whenever she tastes sugar and... Lastly, it was going to be fun… Thank you for reading ♥

The entire kitchen smells like warm apple pie, and I lick my lips, seeing the vanilla sauce dripping from it. I immediately dig in, stopping to lift a questioning brow at Daria when I notice she isn't eating. "I'm not much for apples and cinnamon these days. I can no longer enjoy the sugary flavor of sweets that I once found addicting," Daria explains to me in a quiet voice. "The chemotherapy seems to have changed my taste buds, which sucks." I give her a pained smile. "I'm so sorry to hear that." "Yeah, it's sad, but at least there is more pie for you."